"You're right. It sounds cheesy," Kate mutters but there's a tiny hint of a smile lurking in her eyes. "You know you can be glad you got a chance to fuck a guy and still be pissed off he's gone at the same time." As raw as her voice sounds, it's still more like her than anything that's gone before it.
She nudges her shoulder against Phoebe's. "Don't get sappy on me, Barbie." Old nickname now. Kate almost never calls her that anymore. "Save deciding whether you'll miss me til you're actually gone." Since she's got a feeling she's like Sawyer. Not one of the leavers but one of the one who stays, year after year, while everyone around them goes.
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She nudges her shoulder against Phoebe's. "Don't get sappy on me, Barbie." Old nickname now. Kate almost never calls her that anymore. "Save deciding whether you'll miss me til you're actually gone." Since she's got a feeling she's like Sawyer. Not one of the leavers but one of the one who stays, year after year, while everyone around them goes.